Saturday, February 11, 2012

The Ten Naked Truths


Since I was running out of ideas to fuel my blog, I will fall back on to the easiest way to post;take a dig at self. And since it’s talking about “me”, being a narcissist that I am, it sounded even more enterprising. So let us start. Here we go with ten quirks things  about me.

1.     I was called a cry-baby in school.Yeah, the title was official. I used to cry if somebody split my water bottle or made fun of me. I had zero control over my tear glands which much to my embarrassment relieved itself at the slightest provocation.

2.     I am bad at outdoor sports. Don’t bother to name any; I won’t be good at it anyway. The only outdoor game I am good at, let me add proudly, is hide-n-seek. I guess right from childhood I had mastered the art of being unobtrusive or in many a case invisible. It is like I don’t exist at all making it easy for people to ignore me.



3.     I can read kannada(almost) which is an achievement if I told you I am a keralite. A bigger one if I confessed that I am an autodidactic who taught self to read the language from comparing multilingual sign boards. It was my hobby to read all billboards on my long bus rides in Mysore, where I spent 4 years of my professional life.

4.     I am directionally challenged.Period.If Google had not released Google maps in Singapore I would never have found my way around the place.(This indirectly disproves the statement that girls cannot read maps :P)


5.     One day when I was in second standard, I had decided to run away from home. I packed all my worldly possessions in a suitcase and wrote a long letter to my parents. The abridged content was that I was leaving home for good and they need not look for me. I had written that in Malayalam with immense “feelings” and a profusion of spelling mistakes. (Amma keeps repeating this story at every family function. I am glad she had lost the transcript of the letter. It is mortifying as in it self without any solid proofs and for all I know she would’ve got it into a gilt edged frame and displayed it at the foyer for the entertainment of guests at the cost of her progeny’s early life endeavors.)

6.     I’m proud of my smile and when people tell me it’s magnetic, I know for once I am not total disaster project of Almighty.Inspite of all His misgivings in judgments (especially about things I have asked Him to give me and the things He has given me with the uncalled for twists) I am willing to give him a big hug.


7.     I can recollect people and their relationship with me in a jiffy. I hardly forget anyone I’ve met. So when I met my husband’s family I had the natural advantage of remembering his relatives by their name and salutations which helped me make a glowing impression. So beware, if you have come across me anytime in your life, I probably know your life history and all your deep dark secrets.: D

8.     I’ll smile at a person (who I am acquainted with,offcourse silly)three times, if the person doesn’t return my smile and stays aloof I’ll never smile at him (however cute he is) or her. If the person is standing in a group I’ll flash my most heart warming smile at every one in the group except that person. I derive immense pleasure out of it.Yeah; go ahead sue me for being mean.


9.     I’ll lynch you if you talk ill of my best buddies. I swear, I mean it. They may have their vices but you are not allowed to judge them as I know them better than you.

10. I hate it when people waste food. I’ll pester them to finish whatever is there on the plate and won’t let them budge if they haven’t. Learn to serve yourself only what you need. I remember the story about Sudama and his family and the hundreds of small children in under developed countries who go without food everyday and I will keep retell those tales till you have wipe cleaned your plate.

So these are my top ten quirky secrets. Not secrets really. Things people do not know about me.

23 comments:

  1. Welcome back!!! And sheesh, I ran away from home after a loooong letter too - when I was 8! And mom used to derive pleasure from reliving the story too!

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    1. You too?We should let our moms meet...

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  2. You still haven't written about Turkey; write soon.

    What is it with all you girls running away from home? My kid sister did that as well and no prizes for guessing how many times it's been repeated at social gatherings.

    Hilarious One and yah, Welcome back.

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    1. We girls are melodramatic.

      The first part is done.I'll be posting this soon.Kasam Se..

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  3. Ditto for #1,2 and 5! :D I packed a little bag and got hold of my teddy bear and refused to get into the house, till Amma literally dragged me in.
    And yes, being the Columbus that I am, google maps in Singapore are a blessing- otherwise I'm sure I would be stuck at uni all semester long :/
    Nice reading this post :)

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    1. Oh my mom just let me go.I did not go far anyways. :D Google maps rock!

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  4. But what a random post! I am with you on 1 and 8. My name was prefixed with AM for azhumoonji (cry baby in Tamil) when I was a kid. But I never cried at school, but reserved it for home. I can never be charitable to those who ignore me either.

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    1. "Azhumoonji".I like that.I was a very sensitive creature.Now I am okay.

      You don't have to be charitable to people who do not acknowledge you.Let's ignore them,together..

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  5. Interesting. Very. :)

    Magnetic smile. Even more so... :P

    Take care.

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    1. Thank you very much..And I have no clue how I missed your blog all this while!

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    2. The feeling's mutual (did you comment perchance? didn't see any). I quite like your style of expressing your thoughts. :)

      And oh..I too just hate people wasting food. I don't care what people think of me, even in public functions - my plate/plantain leaf's always 'safaa-chatt' in the end. :P

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    3. I was busy reading your stories and I forgot about commenting.

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  6. I can so relate to the points listed above! It s a great idea for a post!! My first visit here!!

    My world, my thoughts, my musings...

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    1. Looks like I am not the only weirdo on the planet.Thanks for dropping by dear...

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  7. Reading Kannada is a real acheivement. Despite living in bangalore for 6 years the kannada script still looks like drawing to me.

    I think almost all girls are directionally challenged.

    Good article. Enjoyed reading.

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  8. good one sweets!! am with you on a lot of stuff... oh and i ran away form home once too.. got as far as my neighbor's place before my Grandpa dragged me back home.. teehee.. we were all drama queens back then I guess. (PS- not that we are any different now.. we just do drama with different people) :D hehe..

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    1. You too ran away?Why am I not surprised...Hehehehe

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  9. I totally loved this post from the first para I had hit the follow button. You amused me and can so relate to almost all of them.. except the running away bit and the directions.

    Glad to have found you at Indipost. your newest follower and a regular visitor now
    cheers
    Kajal

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    1. Thanks a lot Kajal.It really means a lot to me.

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  10. I really loved true confessions of yours-and found an honest, lovable soul.

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    1. :D :D..Am I not one?You should tell that to my mom sometime..

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    2. -Good piece of information.

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